It's like OCD...
but the letters are in
Alphabetical Order
As they should be!!!
but the letters are in
Alphabetical Order
As they should be!!!
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
How Far Down The Rabbit Hole
Don't be jealous of my particular and peculiar tastes....I walk my path irrelevent of your words, signs and maps...your directions only get my lost!
Yet my begrudgingly befuddled and frustrated voice echoes unheard in your sea of life
Which has become an unexplainable manic sense of existence that you call an E.T.less home...
A structured dome predicated on unfair laws, rules and justifications
Intended to keep an order ideal for condemnation
And a media that holds Cruel perceptions and worthless judgements
on this melancholic routine of normality...
intended to create a herd of sheep for the Sheppard to march through these barren pastures
Guarding them From their inner wolf....and developing any sense of individuality and creativity.
instead...
Fueling inhibitions that Promote a senseless idea of uniformity,..a condition otherwise called
dull and boring.
Walls have been torn down
Joining worlds...
Yet,
You hear of lines, borders, customs and procedures
A world Littered with expectations and persecutions.
Have fun.
My Godless words mean nothing if the blind can't hear them....
Nor hold any wisdom,if nonsense dictates all decisions.
I can huff, and I can puff...but, these walls will always be around you all
Such a shame, a beautiful shameless pity...to deprive the mind of a limitless existence...
If I gave you a choice between a red or blue pill
which would you choose?
Yet my begrudgingly befuddled and frustrated voice echoes unheard in your sea of life
Which has become an unexplainable manic sense of existence that you call an E.T.less home...
A structured dome predicated on unfair laws, rules and justifications
Intended to keep an order ideal for condemnation
And a media that holds Cruel perceptions and worthless judgements
on this melancholic routine of normality...
intended to create a herd of sheep for the Sheppard to march through these barren pastures
Guarding them From their inner wolf....and developing any sense of individuality and creativity.
instead...
Fueling inhibitions that Promote a senseless idea of uniformity,..a condition otherwise called
dull and boring.
Walls have been torn down
Joining worlds...
Yet,
You hear of lines, borders, customs and procedures
A world Littered with expectations and persecutions.
Have fun.
My Godless words mean nothing if the blind can't hear them....
Nor hold any wisdom,if nonsense dictates all decisions.
I can huff, and I can puff...but, these walls will always be around you all
Such a shame, a beautiful shameless pity...to deprive the mind of a limitless existence...
If I gave you a choice between a red or blue pill
which would you choose?
Saturday, July 18, 2015
h e l p
I heard an angel softly whisper
"Keep your head Up"
and in from behind, an echo roared
"God gives the hardest battles to the bravest soldiers"
Mirror, Mirror
I can't be here, nor be there
More Importantly, I will never be who I never was or ever be
so....you better just stop and
r
e
l
a
x
Your anger drives your conviction....and it turns you into the ugliest of monsters
b
r
e
a
t
h
e
ALL Our paths are riddled with tests, challenges and detours...
But, we have but one option...and that's to move past them
It'd up to us to choose in which means we do so...and in which direction we go
c
a
l
m
Your nerves, focus your mind
Soothe your soul, mend your pains
Fend your land, fight your wars
But do so with dignity,
Do so with gumption
Become the positivity that yields the success You seek
Without creating turmoil on your foundation and results
Anger is ugly
and that's exactly what anger looks like
More Importantly, I will never be who I never was or ever be
so....you better just stop and
r
e
l
a
x
Your anger drives your conviction....and it turns you into the ugliest of monsters
b
r
e
a
t
h
e
ALL Our paths are riddled with tests, challenges and detours...
But, we have but one option...and that's to move past them
It'd up to us to choose in which means we do so...and in which direction we go
c
a
l
m
Your nerves, focus your mind
Soothe your soul, mend your pains
Fend your land, fight your wars
But do so with dignity,
Do so with gumption
Become the positivity that yields the success You seek
Without creating turmoil on your foundation and results
Anger is ugly
and that's exactly what anger looks like
You
Gee
El
Why?
Friday, July 17, 2015
These are the real numbers and
According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics , the average income for the American Worker in the year of 2014 was approximately $850 a week...with a household medium of just over fifty thousand dollars a year. The average per worker is deceptive. An average utility worker earns more than $35 dollars an hour....while the common retailer is somewhere around $17 an hour. That's quite the descrepancy. Either way, the common household brings in the neighborhood of $52,000 (with a $64,000 household FAMILY medium). Ironically, that average across the board was $5,000 higher back in 2007. The 2013 real per capita is around $28,000. One Word:
Boo fucken You Who!
And me Too!!!
What kind of wealth distribution is this???
Considering where the true money goes....
Funny how things get affected by greedy corporate types and the politicians that they own,
With
All
THAT
Said
...
The Average 2014 Compensation for CEO's at S&P 500 companies was:
$13,500,00.00
(According to AFL-CIO calculations)
People....friends...commoners...neighbors...
That's 373 times MORE than the average worker.
That's you and I....plus another three hundred and seventy other folk!
As an aside, in 2013 Walmart had an average ratio of 537 to 1 in pay between CEO to worker.
Overall, these numbers due sway in one direction or another from year to year...but, in the big scheme of things...
And
From afar....it all looks the same.
Yeah,
Ok
Like that's not even pretend fair.
But, who said life is fair?
I didn't.
But, I don't think that We The People should stand for this this disparity in wealth.
When there is this small population of have all...and the rest of us who look and dream of such comfort.
Revolution
by
Chrissie Hynde
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WHJL5Eh9wZo
Boo fucken You Who!
And me Too!!!
What kind of wealth distribution is this???
Considering where the true money goes....
Funny how things get affected by greedy corporate types and the politicians that they own,
With
All
THAT
Said
...
The Average 2014 Compensation for CEO's at S&P 500 companies was:
$13,500,00.00
(According to AFL-CIO calculations)
People....friends...commoners...neighbors...
That's 373 times MORE than the average worker.
That's you and I....plus another three hundred and seventy other folk!
As an aside, in 2013 Walmart had an average ratio of 537 to 1 in pay between CEO to worker.
Overall, these numbers due sway in one direction or another from year to year...but, in the big scheme of things...
And
From afar....it all looks the same.
Yeah,
Ok
Like that's not even pretend fair.
But, who said life is fair?
I didn't.
But, I don't think that We The People should stand for this this disparity in wealth.
When there is this small population of have all...and the rest of us who look and dream of such comfort.
Revolution
by
Chrissie Hynde
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WHJL5Eh9wZo
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
running out
Clocks, Calanders, Computers...Sun Dials
Hold a simple story, more like a little white lie
About the day, the month, the year...and the time
A.M, P.M.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday
May, September...December...
Remember Y2K?
That was a big Fukken hoax to nowhere, mostly about nothing
We,
Well not you or I specifically
But, we humans create and keep records of time
Since the inception from wherever, we guard the relevance of a schedule
The all important tick tock of time...
(As if it's the purpose behind our day)
Meanwhile, there isn't one other single species on this planet that time affects
We, on the other hand effect every species (including our own)
Typically, for the worse...
So...in all our genius and glory
We measure time
And in that time, we hold a fear...
That time will eventually come to an end
No Other creature here has that fear
Instead, every other creature fears us
What does that say about them?
About us?
About time?
Late? Who's late?
I'll tell you who's late...
Anyone and everyone in understanding the true significance of life.
And in that nervous panic, you will miss this one true and significant timeless gift
One in which will never actually be understood and appreciated...
Until, you stop
and
Forget about time
My time, your time
This all is our time
Be there, be here
Go anywhere, at anytime
Ps, does your dog care about birthdays?
The dog only cares about pleasing you and getting treats.
Hold a simple story, more like a little white lie
About the day, the month, the year...and the time
A.M, P.M.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday
May, September...December...
Remember Y2K?
That was a big Fukken hoax to nowhere, mostly about nothing
We,
Well not you or I specifically
But, we humans create and keep records of time
Since the inception from wherever, we guard the relevance of a schedule
The all important tick tock of time...
(As if it's the purpose behind our day)
Meanwhile, there isn't one other single species on this planet that time affects
We, on the other hand effect every species (including our own)
Typically, for the worse...
So...in all our genius and glory
We measure time
And in that time, we hold a fear...
That time will eventually come to an end
No Other creature here has that fear
Instead, every other creature fears us
What does that say about them?
About us?
About time?
Late? Who's late?
I'll tell you who's late...
Anyone and everyone in understanding the true significance of life.
And in that nervous panic, you will miss this one true and significant timeless gift
One in which will never actually be understood and appreciated...
Until, you stop
and
Forget about time
My time, your time
This all is our time
Be there, be here
Go anywhere, at anytime
Ps, does your dog care about birthdays?
The dog only cares about pleasing you and getting treats.
The 8ighth Truth Amongst This World's Lies
(Absofuckenlutely)
Nothing on this planet...H A U N T S
me more
Than The Things That
I Don't
Say
or
Do
I wince just thinking this, that and the other thing...
Knowing silence was never the right option
(At the right time
When only wrongs seemed right
And Rights became ugly wrongs)
With irrevocable truths
with
Misunderstood reasons, leading to Undesired situations!!!
What sort of nonsense logic is this???
Damned if I did, damned if I didn't...
Do Actions Speak Louder Than Words?
Not To the blind They Don't.
With silence comes ignorance
(Is Ignorance Bliss?)
There exists infinite possibilities
Time will always move forward
(Even in memory)
I open my windows, to let my light come in
and
illuminate my own personal dimension
My Existance
A space that continually morphs with time,
Expanding, contracting, dividing, rounding, straightening...something is always happening
Like any worthy cause and effect,
What's said and what's done often comes with consequences
Sharing and authenticating the obvious....
while concealing shadows hold just as many truths as lies...
What we hide from others, we often hide from ourselves
Emotions are like the tide, and mine are nothing sort of the typhoon in which they died...
Friday, July 10, 2015
Whiskey Girl
Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tight on the top with a belly button ring
A little tatoo somewhere in between
She only shows to me
Hey we're going out dancin' she's ready tonight
So damn good-lookin' boys it ain't even right
And when bar tender says for the lady
what's it gonna be?
I tell him man...
[Chorus:]
She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in taquilla
She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Baby got a '69 mustang
four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring
I jump behind the wheel and it's away we go
Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care
Blue bandana tied all up in her hair
Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radio
[Chorus x2]
Whoa she's my little whiskey girl
my raggid-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Yeah, I like 'em rough
I like 'em rough
"Whiskey Girl"
by
Toby Keith
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Monday, July 6, 2015
The Difficulties of Dating Difficult Women
We have all met once or twice "that" type....that individual who has a very difficult nature to coexist with. More times than not, they seem to be living the single life...happily dating the world. Typically by the third date they get bored or disenchanted. They're always on the lookout with very little to show for it. Reasons and excuses tend to fill and outline a bland core. Distractions rule this roost. With the heart centered around The Chaos of a typhoon...you just can never predict this raw force of nature. As if an atomic bomb were dropped, they implode without reason or logic.
I admit it, I am very volitile...I am best misunderstood from a distance...but, I am not one to search out bliss...for I refuse to live in an ignorant shadow. I demand the warmth of the sun, after all...who doesn't? It's time to catch the surf of this incoming storm...who knows....maybe it will be the storm of all storms and wash my hands clean of any and all past and present karmic pleasures and transgression. Before I speak beyond my means, I best be leaving myself the chance that the best has to offer...for I already know, where the best does come and go. Namaste as we shall say...
When you are a woman who is hard to love, you learn a lot of lessons about relationships very quickly.
You find that starting the glorious adventure that is romance is easy, but maintaining that romance is a grueling task.
You are fiery, exciting and sexy. You smolder like the dark and mysterious underbelly of a volcano.
Men and women alike are drawn to you like moths to a flame. Yet, just like Icarus, when they fly too close, they tend to get burned.
Dating you is constant drama, whether or not you care to acknowledge that fact. You are a vessel of emotion and lust.
There will be constant fights, screaming battles and intense makeups. You feel harder, love harder and care harder than anyone. Being with you is extremely exciting, but it is also incredibly exhausting.
There are few men and women who can keep up with you. You are brilliant and beautiful and frustrating, and you’ll drive a person crazy. You drain your partner of his or her energy because you feed off it.
You’ve tried to calm down for the sake of love. You’ve tried to be sweet and gentle and soft. You’ve tried to be… easy.
Yet, it felt so alien, so unlike you. You couldn’t mask your true nature for very long. You are passion incarnate. You are dreams and nightmares all crammed inside of a woman’s body.
Every boyfriend or girlfriend you’ve ever had has eventually thrown up his or her hands in defeat. Not one could tame you; not one could tether you.
Loving you is akin to loving a storm. You’re so very mesmerizing but so very volatile. A storm comes into your life, shakes things up, uproots the earth, trees and houses, and as quickly as it lays its hands on the world, it grows restless and moves on. That is what it is like to love you.
You, my dear, are a woman who is very, very difficult to love. You should appreciate that about yourself, not become disheartened by it.
Do not let anyone dampen your spirit. Do not let anyone smother your fire. You are splendid, and you are perfect.
You are hard, but you are so worth it. You learn how to love successfully in the hardest way, but you love the lessons all the same.
When you find a love that lasts, don’t question it because it’s finally right.
You learn love takes a lot of work
Any love worth having is worth fighting for. A fruitful, successful relationship doesn’t happen without a lot of hard work and nurturing.
You’ve always been a pistol, going through life, loving with a reckless abandon. After time spent and love lost, you start to realize a healthy relationship is born from the fruits of labor. Nothing with you is ever going to be effortless, not even the greatest of loves.
You learn what kind of love you deserve
Going through countless breakups and intensely passionate, tragic affairs can do a number on your self-esteem. What is wrong with you that it never seems to work out?
You start to question if you are even deserving of love. You’ve often found yourself settling for people who weren’t worthy of you just to satiate your longing.
Those people could not even begin to handle you. You should be loved fiercely. It may be difficult to love you, but the person who truly, completely and wholeheartedly loves you is a person who has earned you.
You learn that love is patience
The kind of person who can sincerely handle you is someone who has an unbelievable amount of patience. You’ll start to learn patience and love are one in the same.
One cannot survive without the other. You are unable to muster that pesky patience, so you rely on your partner to be patient with you. You are a chaotic person, but the right kind of love will be able to work with that chaos instead of constantly trying to fix it.
You learn happiness comes from self-love
You’ll never be able to love another person until you learn to love yourself. When you find your attempts at love tend to fail, you start to develop the love you have for yourself.
You start to embrace your solitude and truly appreciate it. Time spent alone is time for self-development and self-improvement.
You learn love is compromise
You’ve never been good at compromising. Anything that disrupts your routine or your life, you don’t tolerate. Therefore, your relationships crumble.
Once you embrace the fact that no love can thrive without compromise, you’ll be able to force yourself to embrace it. Love is give and take.
You learn to live with your crazy
There are some girls who attempt to hide their crazy for as long as possible. You can’t do this. It is all out there from the very start.
It can be hard to be constantly told you’re a crazy bitch. The truth is, you kind of are a crazy bitch. But that’s not a bad thing. Your crazy puts color in the world, it makes things more beautiful and more vibrant.
Calm and simple may be easy, but it’s boring. Embrace your crazy because it is the stuff that makes life worth living.
You learn to love yourself just the way you are
A woman who is difficult to love is not a bad woman. You are not someone to be feared or despised. You are simply complicated and willful.
Only the brave of heart can truly love you because you are magnificent. The weak are the ones who will accept losing the battle. You learn to love yourself despite all of your “defects” you’re told make it impossible to have a relationship with you.
The right love will adore you and be able to love you because of your flaws, not in spite of them.
Topics in Dating by
Gigi Engle
"What You Learn About Love When You're A Woman Who's Difficult To Love"
Originally inspired by Warsan Shire’s, “Difficult To Love.”
I admit it, I am very volitile...I am best misunderstood from a distance...but, I am not one to search out bliss...for I refuse to live in an ignorant shadow. I demand the warmth of the sun, after all...who doesn't? It's time to catch the surf of this incoming storm...who knows....maybe it will be the storm of all storms and wash my hands clean of any and all past and present karmic pleasures and transgression. Before I speak beyond my means, I best be leaving myself the chance that the best has to offer...for I already know, where the best does come and go. Namaste as we shall say...
When you are a woman who is hard to love, you learn a lot of lessons about relationships very quickly.
You find that starting the glorious adventure that is romance is easy, but maintaining that romance is a grueling task.
You are fiery, exciting and sexy. You smolder like the dark and mysterious underbelly of a volcano.
Men and women alike are drawn to you like moths to a flame. Yet, just like Icarus, when they fly too close, they tend to get burned.
Dating you is constant drama, whether or not you care to acknowledge that fact. You are a vessel of emotion and lust.
There will be constant fights, screaming battles and intense makeups. You feel harder, love harder and care harder than anyone. Being with you is extremely exciting, but it is also incredibly exhausting.
There are few men and women who can keep up with you. You are brilliant and beautiful and frustrating, and you’ll drive a person crazy. You drain your partner of his or her energy because you feed off it.
You’ve tried to calm down for the sake of love. You’ve tried to be sweet and gentle and soft. You’ve tried to be… easy.
Yet, it felt so alien, so unlike you. You couldn’t mask your true nature for very long. You are passion incarnate. You are dreams and nightmares all crammed inside of a woman’s body.
Every boyfriend or girlfriend you’ve ever had has eventually thrown up his or her hands in defeat. Not one could tame you; not one could tether you.
Loving you is akin to loving a storm. You’re so very mesmerizing but so very volatile. A storm comes into your life, shakes things up, uproots the earth, trees and houses, and as quickly as it lays its hands on the world, it grows restless and moves on. That is what it is like to love you.
You, my dear, are a woman who is very, very difficult to love. You should appreciate that about yourself, not become disheartened by it.
Do not let anyone dampen your spirit. Do not let anyone smother your fire. You are splendid, and you are perfect.
You are hard, but you are so worth it. You learn how to love successfully in the hardest way, but you love the lessons all the same.
When you find a love that lasts, don’t question it because it’s finally right.
You learn love takes a lot of work
Any love worth having is worth fighting for. A fruitful, successful relationship doesn’t happen without a lot of hard work and nurturing.
You’ve always been a pistol, going through life, loving with a reckless abandon. After time spent and love lost, you start to realize a healthy relationship is born from the fruits of labor. Nothing with you is ever going to be effortless, not even the greatest of loves.
You learn what kind of love you deserve
Going through countless breakups and intensely passionate, tragic affairs can do a number on your self-esteem. What is wrong with you that it never seems to work out?
You start to question if you are even deserving of love. You’ve often found yourself settling for people who weren’t worthy of you just to satiate your longing.
Those people could not even begin to handle you. You should be loved fiercely. It may be difficult to love you, but the person who truly, completely and wholeheartedly loves you is a person who has earned you.
You learn that love is patience
The kind of person who can sincerely handle you is someone who has an unbelievable amount of patience. You’ll start to learn patience and love are one in the same.
One cannot survive without the other. You are unable to muster that pesky patience, so you rely on your partner to be patient with you. You are a chaotic person, but the right kind of love will be able to work with that chaos instead of constantly trying to fix it.
You learn happiness comes from self-love
You’ll never be able to love another person until you learn to love yourself. When you find your attempts at love tend to fail, you start to develop the love you have for yourself.
You start to embrace your solitude and truly appreciate it. Time spent alone is time for self-development and self-improvement.
You learn love is compromise
You’ve never been good at compromising. Anything that disrupts your routine or your life, you don’t tolerate. Therefore, your relationships crumble.
Once you embrace the fact that no love can thrive without compromise, you’ll be able to force yourself to embrace it. Love is give and take.
You learn to live with your crazy
There are some girls who attempt to hide their crazy for as long as possible. You can’t do this. It is all out there from the very start.
It can be hard to be constantly told you’re a crazy bitch. The truth is, you kind of are a crazy bitch. But that’s not a bad thing. Your crazy puts color in the world, it makes things more beautiful and more vibrant.
Calm and simple may be easy, but it’s boring. Embrace your crazy because it is the stuff that makes life worth living.
You learn to love yourself just the way you are
A woman who is difficult to love is not a bad woman. You are not someone to be feared or despised. You are simply complicated and willful.
Only the brave of heart can truly love you because you are magnificent. The weak are the ones who will accept losing the battle. You learn to love yourself despite all of your “defects” you’re told make it impossible to have a relationship with you.
The right love will adore you and be able to love you because of your flaws, not in spite of them.
Topics in Dating by
Gigi Engle
"What You Learn About Love When You're A Woman Who's Difficult To Love"
Originally inspired by Warsan Shire’s, “Difficult To Love.”
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Train yourself to let go of everything you fear of losing, and you'll learn how to love free of conditions.
Things are things
and
They mean nothing on the grand scale of everything worth living for...
I spent this past moment thinking
Of all my How's
What's
If's, And's or But's.
Neglecting my When's, Where's and Why's.
Crossed all my Tees and Dotted all my Eyes....
But still left my day blind with luck and empty pockets.
My Past mistakes led me my future lessons
Some learned, some not
Half crispy, half undone
Semi tasty
Creamy and full of life
Spicy with each bite
Yummy all the time
It's too quiet for a cricket, I suppose that my life has its meaning
As does yours
To someone
Somewhere
Somehow
Round is the direction I chooce to go...since I know those deadly curves and harsh roads
I swear to thunder, there isn't Lightning fast enough to zap me up to Scottie
That way,
I can look on down on this meaningless fish bowl that everyone thinks that's the own
Nothing is permanent
and
Nothing is everlasting
Nothing short of a will, a way and an idea
Things are things
and
They mean nothing on the grand scale of everything worth living for...
I spent this past moment thinking
Of all my How's
What's
If's, And's or But's.
Neglecting my When's, Where's and Why's.
Crossed all my Tees and Dotted all my Eyes....
But still left my day blind with luck and empty pockets.
My Past mistakes led me my future lessons
Some learned, some not
Half crispy, half undone
Semi tasty
Creamy and full of life
Spicy with each bite
Yummy all the time
It's too quiet for a cricket, I suppose that my life has its meaning
As does yours
To someone
Somewhere
Somehow
Round is the direction I chooce to go...since I know those deadly curves and harsh roads
I swear to thunder, there isn't Lightning fast enough to zap me up to Scottie
That way,
I can look on down on this meaningless fish bowl that everyone thinks that's the own
Nothing is permanent
and
Nothing is everlasting
Nothing short of a will, a way and an idea
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